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                               ❛ I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever. ❜ A sigh slips from her lips , dark eyes softening as she reaches forward to slide her hand over his slowly. ❛ How about we go out ? Nice dinner ? Catch up ? ❜

“I can do this” 

Daehyun mutters the mantra under his breath, as his sneakers slowly shuffle across the concrete cobbles lining the dark alley. Light chestnut eyes quickly dart around as he adventures deeper into the dark, damp space, wooden stake, grafted by his own hand, clutched tightly in his fingers. Slowly he turns the wood over and over as he fidgets nervously, and takes a few more tentative steps forward. 

Dressed in denim, rolled up hem baggy jeans and a double down denim jacket in darker blue, with a white t-shirt he doesn’t exactly look ‘hunter’ material... because he isn’t. He’s had none of the training and none of the expertise, all he has is a natural born gift for seeing beyond the veil and a real habit of getting himself in to trouble. 

“I can definitely do this..” he mutters again, a lot less conviction in his voice now as the wind picks up, howling down the seemingly never ending alley, and ruffles the end of his mop-style blonde hair. He was scared, but he couldn’t let this monster go on hurting people.

[ ▲—sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ goes from one year to the other. Though it never fails to amaze home whenever Hyunshik brings him gifts. Firstly, because he never expects them. Holiday, birthday or any occasion of the like. Whenever it happens, he is as taken aback as he was the previous time and the time before that and so on. Does he appreciate it? Absolutely.Has he planned a gift in return? Of course! ❝  Thank you, and likewise. ❞ He almost chirps.

❝ Was your little pretend-lovers rendezvous pleasant? ❞ Noah inquires with a small smirk, more than aware of his friend’s indulgences and habits. He does not judge however, does not question. It is not his life, not his details to be concerned with. Sanguine hues linger by the bottle for a few fleeting seconds before it’s grasped for, fingers gentle when it’s quietly observed. ❝ You know me too well, Hyunshik. Should I worry about how accessible my psyche is to you?  ❞ A short-lived chuckle escapes him and he sets the bottle back down. ❝  I’d say the blood claim is real. It has a certain tinge of it mixed with the rest of the elements that builds up its scent, Good choice, my type of wine too. Strange, how you can make such a good pick. ❞  Noah points out curiously, lips slightly pursed before he turns on his heel. He wanders off for but a few moments, returning with a leather bound book under his arm, holding it out rather nonchalantly when he’s close enough.

❝ I made you something this time. ❞ The vampire speaks calmly, hues lingering by familiar features. ❝  Your obsession with antiques is hard to miss out on, so is your interest in human anatomy. So, I scanned my personal library for materials and what you now hold in your hands is a hand made compilation of every single book I have on the subject. Drawings recreated by yours truly of course, since I’d never rip a single page out of a single book. That’s a crime worse than treachery. Enjoy it, please. ❞

“HAS it ever been unpleasant?” Hyunshik settles to reply at first, one eyebrow raising a little in playful questioning. “Those trips give me a lovely opportunity to let loose and lift some weight off my shoulders”, he adds, “and what better way it is, than with a beautiful lady by my side?” he speaks with an odd shade of adoration in his voice. “But it is always nice to return home too, even more so if the travelling includes flying”, he chuckles, shaking his head to his own words. 

“I would feel very disappointed with myself if I would bring you a gift that you do not enjoy, to some extent at least. But I wouldn’t go as far to say it has anything to do with your psyche, but more about me having a sharp eye and a good guess?” he suggests with a small chuckle, “though, even if your psyche was like an open book for me, it wouldn’t slip forward to anyone else.” He shifts a little, unbuttoning the only button on his suit jacket and letting himself sit down to a chair nearby; not bothering to ask for a permission, since he figures Noah wouldn’t mind regardless. He leans against backrest of it, leg thrown over the other in almost a lazy manner, yet not fully. He sits in silence, letting the other move around without any rush, even if his eyes do follow the movements in barely-there interest.